Bedroom Girl
By Matthew B. Larkin
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I walked alone into a pub on an evening cool and
fair
where I met a Derry angel with time in life to share;
She’d just returned to native port to escape a storm at
sea
and when she heard my voice she turned her eyes to me.
Evening passed us by, we laughed without a care;
we sang beneath a starlit sky as she led me to her lair;
We crept in quietly, escaped from the wild world;
there my Derry angel became my bedroom girl.
Inside her special room secrets she did share;
she let me kiss her bright red lips and touch her soft blonde
hair;
I will long remember the precious time I spent
with my darling Derry angel whom God in heaven sent.
Now all has changed utterly, I suffocate in fear;
I search in vain for signs of her but she’s no longer
here.
I stand frightened and alone within her vacant room;
overcome by desperation, enveloped in the doom.
I recall that day she went away, it is etched
in memory;
I felt her spirit hasten by on its way down to the sea.
I gave chase up to the harbour but she left me at the pier,
as she whispered parting words that made me sad to hear:
"Goodbye, dear man, I must set sail, please
don't cry o'er me;
we shared our time in life, now your heart is free.
You must go and be complete and learn to love anew;
you will find another who will share her love with you."
I pray this is a nightmare from which I will soon
wake,
but reality has hold of me and my heart is about to break.
I sadly watch her spirit fade into another world,
as I stand and cry and say "goodbye" to my bedroom
girl.
For Amanda
8-2-02 Copyright ©2002 Matthew B. Larkin
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